Best Young Master
Chapter 379 - 338: Class Division_2

Chapter 379: Chapter 338: Class Division_2

Soon, the three of them arrived at the hotel entrance, where Pan Jueming and Pan Ying stood while Pan Xiaolu entered the hotel with a brilliant smile from the receptionist.

Three minutes later, Pan Ying took the elevator to the hotel’s seventh floor. Following the waiter’s lead, she went into the booked private room and began looking over the menu to order.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan arrived alone at the hotel parking lot, driving the Rolls-Royce Phantom Presidential Edition.

Although the security guards at the Huafu First Class Hotel were used to seeing all kinds of luxury cars, they couldn’t help but be dazzled by the sight of the limited-edition "king of cars," and they hastily went over to direct Ye Fan to park in a spot they hadn’t let Pan Jueming use before.

Seeing this, Pan Jueming wasn’t disheartened; instead, he found it quite amusing. After Ye Fan got out of the car, he said to Pan Ying, "Our benefactor is here, Little Ying, let’s go over."

"Okay."

Pan Ying nodded obediently and walked with Pan Jueming toward the exiting Ye Fan.

They knew each other?

This... how is that possible??

Watching this scene, the security guard almost popped his eyes out!

Because, in his view, Pan Jueming and Pan Ying, who drove a Volkswagen Golf, were from a completely different world compared to Ye Fan in the Rolls-Royce Phantom Presidential Edition; they simply couldn’t have any intersection!

"Mr. Ye."

"Big brother!"

As if to respond to the security guard, Pan Jueming and Pan Ying greeted Ye Fan one after another.

"Jueming, don’t do this in the future, there’s no need," Ye Fan sighed.

"Alright," Pan Jueming chuckled wryly, "My aunt has already gone up to order. Shall we go up as well?"

"Okay."

Ye Fan nodded slightly, and shoulder to shoulder with Pan Jueming and Pan Ying, he headed towards the hotel entrance, leaving behind a stunned security guard.

In the Furong Hall on the seventh floor of the hotel, after Pan Xiaolu had finished ordering, she decided to go downstairs to meet Ye Fan with Pan Jueming and Pan Ying.

Even though she didn’t believe that Ye Fan, as Pan Jueming’s benefactor, was any important figure—thinking that there was more to yesterday’s incident—she felt obliged to personally greet him and offer thanks, since Ye Fan had saved Pan Ying the day before.

It must be said that since the Pan Family’s downfall, Pan Xiaolu, who had been distanced from the life of a socialite, had become less concerned about class divisions.

Whoosh—

As soon as Pan Xiaolu stepped out of the private room, the opposite door opened, and four tall waitresses wearing cheongsams and flesh-colored stockings walked out sullenly from the private room.

With just one glance, Pan Xiaolu noticed that these four waitresses were probably the top-grade in terms of looks, physique, and temperament in the hotel, obviously serving some VIPs.

While realizing this, Pan Xiaolu didn’t bother to check who was sitting in the opposite private room, but she noticed that a gaze had fixated on her.

Hmm?

This discovery made Pan Xiaolu’s eyebrows raise slightly, and she looked instinctively over, only to see a chubby, middle-aged man looking at her as if he had discovered a new world, his eyes gleaming.

That gaze was all too familiar to the former Pan Xiaolu, who would encounter it countless times every day.

But ever since she had stepped away from the socialite life, and as she aged, coupled with no longer being keen on dressing up and applying makeup, she seldom encountered such stares.

She had not expected that today, after making an effort to dress up out of respect for Pan Jueming’s benefactor, she would once again be subjected to that kind of gaze.

Moreover, Pan Xiaolu vaguely felt that the middle-aged man looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t recall where she had seen him before.

Two seconds later, Pan Xiaolu shifted her gaze and walked towards the elevator.

Witnessing this, the chubby middle-aged man inside the private room obsequiously said to the young man occupying the host seat, "Mr. Xue, I spotted some top-grade goods that you might like, and I happen to know her. I’ll have her come in to accompany us for drinks."

"Oh? Bring her in for a look."

Upon hearing this, the young man with the last name Xue and first name San Yue slightly altered his displeased expression and said indifferently.

"Alright."

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, stood up, and walked out of the private room, understanding that currying favor with this young master of the Xue Family, a core member of the Hong Ding Club, who lost his mother at a young age and grew up deprived of maternal love, developed a peculiar character. He had no interest in young and pretty girls with supple skin and was only keen on rolling in the sheets with women over thirty-five.

In Yanjing’s high society, it was said that Xue San Yue was in search of maternal love!

"Pan Xiaolu!"

Soon, the middle-aged man stepped out of the private room and called out to Pan Xiaolu’s back, which exuded the charm of a mature woman.

The sudden call made Pan Xiaolu halt her steps, and she turned around to see the chubby middle-aged man with a slight frown, trying to recall where she had seen him before.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man held his head high and walked with a swagger toward Pan Xiaolu. His arrogant demeanor was a stark contrast to how he had behaved in front of Xue San Yue just moments before in the private room.

"What? Don’t you remember?"

In the face of Pan Xiaolu’s puzzled stare, the middle-aged man approached her, admiring the carefully dressed Pan Xiaolu and suddenly feeling that Pan Xiaolu, despite being close to forty with a somewhat lacking complexion, was overall still quite remarkable.

"You are?"

The unabashed gaze of the middle-aged man made Pan Xiaolu uncomfortable, her eyebrows furrowing even tighter.

"Pan Xiaolu, you’re not pretending to be dumb, are you?" the middle-aged man said with a hint of displeasure, "Back when your Pan Family went bankrupt, you were the one who came to me begging for mercy."

Finally, Pan Xiaolu recalled that the middle-aged man in front of her was called Xu Wanfu, who had been a vice-president at a bank’s Yanjing branch.

After the Pan Family went bankrupt, faced with vicious opposition that wanted to completely crush the Pan Family, Pan Xiaolu had no choice but to seek help from this middle-aged man, hoping he would handle matters following normal procedures, even contemplating offering herself in exchange.

But at that time, Xu Wanfu, due to pressure from higher-ups, despite being very keen to have a crazy fling with Pan Xiaolu, had to forsake his desire for the sake of his career.

Remembering the past, Pan Xiaolu felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, but she did not show it on her face. Instead, she calmly asked, "I wonder what Chairman Xu needs from me?"

"Life must be hard, going from a socialite to an ordinary woman," Xu Wanfu said condescendingly, looking down at Pan Xiaolu. "I can offer you a chance to return to your previous lifestyle, and even give your Pan Family a chance to make a comeback."

"Sorry, I’m not interested," Pan Xiaolu’s expression changed, and she replied coldly before turning to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Perhaps not expecting Pan Xiaolu to refuse so decisively, Xu Wanfu was initially stunned, then hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to grasp Pan Xiaolu’s arm.

"Ding-dong—"

Just then, a crisp sound echoed, and the elevator doors slowly opened.

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